Bred by the Alien King

Camila

I did foolish things just to get the chance to gaze upon him, yet he treated me cruelly.

I was so smitten with him that I ditched the bus and sprinted to school, my heart racing with excitement.

I couldn't bear the thought of waiting for the bus to crawl along its route, wasting precious minutes. I had to see him, and I had to see him now! 

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I could almost see him standing at the stairs, his clique surrounding him. My infatuation had taken hold, and I was helpless to resist its pull. 

I was breathless, my entire nervous system disorganized; I had sprinted all the way to school.

My lungs ached, but the sight of him, Stefano, was worth any discomfort. As I approached the school, my heart pounded, simultaneously performing rounds of somersaults. I longed to see him. I had to see him. I just couldn't resist. It was as if I were being pulled by an invisible string.

School was the only place where I could escape the confines of my room. But it was also a place where I could find him, Stefano, the only figure who had captured my imagination. 

I arrived at school, and began strolling through the hallway.

Then, I caught a glimpse of him.

A whoosh of air swept through my lungs, my chest rising.

Him!

Stephano!

His name ruled my thoughts.

There he was, standing by the stairs, surrounded by his usual entourage. His dark blonde hair, a tousled mess sat atop his head, framing his sharp jawline. 

His shoulders? They were sculpted by the immaculate one herself, The Moon Goddess.

His lips moved apart, a hearty laugh escaped them.

My, those lips! 

My ovaries quivered, my heart racing.

I took cover behind my locker. 

I stole another glance through the gap between the lockers.

From a distance, I could hear laughter. But it didn't at all sound like his, so it automatically faded into the background. I refused to listen to them. My eyes, ears and thoughts were fixed on him alone.

His head was thrown back in laughter, a gesture that sent the fluttering butterflies straight to my stomach. Even from this distance, I could see the glint in his piercing blue eyes, the same eyes that never once spared me a glance.

My own gaze flickered downwards, a blush creeping up my neck. I could stay here all day admiring him like some lovesick fool. 

Around me, the morning rush was in full swing. A gaggle of girls in matching jackets squealed their way past, their perfume constricting my lungs. 

Heavens!

A senior boy, muscles straining under a too-tight t-shirt, swaggered by, earbuds jammed in his ears and a scowl on his face.

My eyes returned to him, Stephano, and my lips curled upward. He was worth every bit of the struggle. The early mornings, the missed bus rides, the aching lungs - all of it was worth it just to catch a glimpse of him. He was more than just a pretty face; he was a masterpiece, a creation of the moon goddess herself. I whispered a silent prayer of gratitude, thanking her for gracing my eyes with such exquisite beauty.

Stephano was a wonderful sight!

As I continued to watch Stefano dreamily, my mind, sighed dramatically. 

"Seriously, Camila? Why do we keep doing this?" she whined. "Running to school, skipping the bus just to drool over him? He's not worth it."

I gasped. "Don't you say that!" I protested. "He is worth it."

Huffing, she countered, "He's a jerk who bullies people! He doesn't even know you exist."

"But...but..." I stammered, trying to find the words to argue.

"He's not worth all this trouble," she insisted. 

I sighed, ignoring her jabs. 

How could I possibly explain how this man affected me?

"Maybe he's like a shiny object," she suggested. "You see it, it's pretty, and you want it. But once you have it, you realize it's not worth all the effort."

I laughed. "He's just so..."

"Hot?" She finished.

I blushed. "Maybe."

"Just look at him," I whispered, my voice a little above a whisper. "His arms, those eyes..." I trailed off, losing myself in his being.

My mind snorted. "And don't forget those lips. Babara- proclaimed lips," she chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. "He's just so perfect."

"Perfect?" My mind scoffed. "Remember when he was making out with Barbara yesterday?"

My cheeks flushed. "That was different."

"Sure, and I'm a unicorn," my inner self retorted. "He's a player, Camila. He will never be interested in you."

"But he's so...," I tried to find the right word. "Mysterious. Intriguing."

She snorted again. "Yeah, mysterious like a black hole. You know what's mysterious? Why do you keep drooling over him, even though he clearly doesn't know you exist!."

I sighed. "I just can't help it. He's like a drug. I'm addicted."

She shook her head. "You're delusional."

"Maybe," I admitted. Stefano was more than just a crush. He was a fantasy, a dream that I couldn't let go of.

"He's just so perfect."

She sighed. "You're hopeless."

I ignored her and continued to stare at Stefano. He was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. His smile, when he finally turned to look at his friends, lit up his entire face.

"He's like a Greek god," I murmured.

My inner self spirit snorted. "More like a Greek Adonis. All looks and no substance."